I’m about to head to Tulsa for Conestoga. As soon as the oldest boy child (who’s now taller than me) gets out of the bathroom so I can brush my teeth. It’s a one-day event for me. If you’re around and hadn’t planned to come, you really should. It’s one of my favorites. My workshop on using your senses in writing is this afternoon. I’m a little nervous about it. I’ve never done this presentation for anyone who actually cared to see it.

The stench of an Axe cologne bath is oozing from the bathroom, so I guess the boy is done in there.